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My Dear Poet Nov 2021
These hands were made for holding
Then came fear and taught me how to grasp

These lungs were made for holding
Then came anxiety and taught me how to gasp

This heart was made for holding
Then came love and taught me how to clasp
I was made wonderfully and beautifully
and now life teaches me to take hold
The sparkling river,
Nourished millions of lives, Now
striving for own life...
Here striving refers to struggling...

This poem is dedicated to current condition of rivers and water bodies because of pollutions and global warming...🌊
Carl D'Souza Feb 2021
When I fear
I accept the course of destiny
and this acceptance calms me down;
then I proactively prudently strive with optimism
to do whatever I can
to avoid the loss,
and this striving I enjoy.
Carl D'Souza Feb 2021
When I am unhappy
about some aspect of my life,
I still enjoy
the basic experience of being alive:
the stimulating
tactile sensations and
introspective ****** experiences;

I still enjoy
striving with optimism
to improve my situation
so I can be happier;

I still enjoy
being happy
about those aspects of my life
which I can feel happy about.
Erica Squire Sep 2020
The single word that defines me,
And it eats away at me,
Because that seven letter word is worse than sin,
From the perspective of the world.
Another seven letters that have been stated before,
Land of the free and the fight for freedom,
But what does that even mean anymore,
My life has never been more than a striving for perfection,
Chasing after something that can never be obtained,
My temptation, my tantalization,
The delightful piece of fruit that is out of reach for all but a few,
Says the words of a society where to be a success is to stand above the rest,
But how I covet the ability to taste the sweet juice of my victory,
But instead, everything has victory over me.
How can a concept defeat a person?
It acts like a virus,
Eating at my brain until it is mush,
Useless except in afflicting misery on my imagination.
Left trapped in my worst memories,
Reliving things that can never be changed.
SA Szumloz May 2020
A scalding heat spreads across my face
Forced smiles erase the trace of hate
Prying hands rip my chest open
Thoughts are left unspoken.

With envious eyes, I watch
As pious you, sweet as butterscotch,
Fills the room with love and kindness
Your inner strength is timeless.

I strive to be you
Yes, you. I see through
Your modest eyes, and all I see
Is perfection and beauty.

Jealousy is what poisons the mind
There's nothing more that makes us blind.
SA Szumloz Apr 2020
There is a void in my mind
Aching to be filled with
The knowledge of the wise
My heart is broken into two
Begging to be tied
By the ******* of love
My body shakes and cries
Wanting so desperately
To feel the loving touch of mankind
My soul is ***** and suffering
It yearns to be like the sunrise
Pure and radiant

I strive to be whole.
Tran Thuy Anh Mar 2020
a poem
is like a breath
that forces itself
the harder you try
to keep it

a poem
comes from love
of life
or death
or another
as your heart spills
before your feet

a poem
can never be
to teach
of disappointment
and the unattainability
of all things
Carl D'Souza Aug 2019
I accept
the past has happened
and cannot be changed,
but the future
has not yet happened,
so I strive
in the present-moment
to achieve a better future.
Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
If I am rich,
then I’ll strive for joy and happiness rich;
If I am poor,
then I’ll strive for joy and happiness poor.
If I am popular,
then I’ll strive for joy and happiness popular;
If I am outcast,
then I’ll strive for joy and happiness outcast.
If  I am famous,
then I’ll strive for joy and happiness famous;
If I am unknown,
then I’ll strive for joy and happiness unknown.
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